Shaw Luo Poems

It mustn't be the first time
the cloud gently breaths in the wind
feeling its colorless life
gradually evolved, magnified
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I walk by the sea
leaving footprints on the shore
something lingers by gently, I can sense
probably the wave has just hesitated
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Last night my heart poured out like rain
in the wuthering thought of
the past, and the present
they struck through the sky
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I boarded the train
from the very east to the west

Lovers holding hands
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It was a long route
we were each other's companion
in this noisy Friday evening
on a not so crowded bus
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